Bloodborne Stories Novels & Stories

She smiles, “Wonderful news. Are they getting close to this supplier?” Eddie nods, “They’re close, but not there yet. The chatter we’ve been getting from Sansom implies they’re scared that someone is onto them, but they’re not panicking yet.” She nods, progress at least. “There are some other things that came up about the blood-bagged people. They’re all Vampires.” She stares at Eddie, and he shrugs, “I have no idea what that might mean.” She turns to Ash and Kai, and they are staring at each other.

Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood. “I told you,” the one with the serpent tattoo murmured, his voice dry and slick like oil. “Declan isn’t just some captive. He’s the cursed blood. The son of the Black Ember line. If we control him, we don’t just weaken Rhett — we shatter him.” “You don’t control a curse,” the one with the skeletal crown muttered from the shadows, fingers flexing slowly against the table’s edge. “You either seal it or let it devour your enemies. But you don’t chain it like a dog and hope it obeys.”

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

They will grow old and will share the same vulnerability that the human person has. Human blood nowadays is corrupted and unhealthy because of alcohol, eating without nutrition, drugs, smoking, and any other way to make the blood unhealthy. There are ways, illegal ways, to acquire clean blood from humans like drinking from a newborn human. Babies' blood may be clean but it is not mature enough to revive a vampire's supernatural abilities. It also depends on their mothers' blood, if a mother does not have a nutritious lifestyle while carrying the baby then the baby's blood is not clean. But the modern world will always come up with a modern solution. Vampire clans lurking in the underground,

They waited to see what’s gonna happen. “See, nothing happened. I told you guys it was just a fearless game” she said. “Yeah, it’s still creepy to me. It came all the way from the water and it’s f*cking dry inside. How is that even possible?” One of the girls yelled and stood up. She was packing her things. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. “Hold on, I thought we would spend the night here?” Emma asked. “Not anymore. Haven’t you seen in movies and books when some teenagers uncover some hidden truth behind a book or break a spell? I don’t want that to happen to me. I’m leaving, who’s coming with me?”

Alexis missed it so much. Alexis. There are many things that mom and dad have never told you so far. However, we are afraid that you will not be ready to accept that. What's more, we're also afraid that neither of us will have much time to be able to tell you everything from the beginning, Alexis. You could say, your father and I feel that we will soon be leaving you alone. Even though we both don't want that to be happen to you at all. But this life is a life full of danger, at every step we take on the earth. There are many things that are beyond the common sense of human reason. But, dear Alexis, you're not one of those people. You are more than that. So much so that it turns you into a v

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

Draco POV: I won’t say that I was fully convinced with Beth story however we still planned on helping her and others, as I laid Mr. Hanzo on floor surface, I tuned my attention to Jasmine who was looking ahead at guest of ‘TarBone’ Ceremony, the one who were earlier infected by dark blood poison had kill many of their own relative under its influence, mercilessly slaughtered bodies of their families were lying on ground as dead corpses while the one who had killed them were oddly looking at their bloody hands and face which were covered in crimson blood.